One had to lose a lot to start this journey.


(The moment unannounced


and before "Who me?" was spelled



A ticket unbought,

an unclear day to start -

some fear, the hardest part,

not start the worst.

The driver's face turned,

and that passing strange

played rearrange with thoughts,

retorts were stilled,



then caught, returned.


A voice speaks, giving vision for a moment,

a time to last through many times to come.

Time seconds, comprehends that brief shown intent,

but never finds the words to put to tongue.


The question dies unasked,

The heart there stands unmasked,

pulsing gently,

one and two,

one and two,

and driving





© John McNeil 1998. All rights reserved.
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